our family is gone

Lance kicked out fiercely, trying to knock them away to gain more space.

But even his explosive power failed to shake the cultists who came over. The kick actually hit the cultists' belly full of abdominal muscles, but before he could retreat, he was pushed up again by the one from behind.

It can be said that the broken sword was obtained by the cultists in exchange for their bodies, and with the outpost right in front of them, they were certainly not willing to give up just like that.

And other cultists took the opportunity to rush up. Under their crazy attacks, the armor was as fragile as a can. Several claws broke through the armor and tore the flesh. This was because the broken sword blocked the claws that were thrust into the head, otherwise it would be even worse. serious.

It stands to reason that your heart was pierced just now, and you have a limit even if you explode. Now you have suffered such serious injuries. Even if you don't die, you should be seriously injured and on the verge of death, right?

But what about this person?

Injuries seemed to have no effect on him, and even being pierced through the heart only gave him a slight pause.

The broken sword fell into his left hand, while his right hand grabbed a weird long knife out of thin air and swung it out.

The movements were obviously lagging compared to before, but the exaggerated sharpness of the bone knife made up for this shortcoming, cutting off their heads with the helmet like a hot knife cutting butter.

The long sword sweep briefly eliminated the cultists in front of him. In this short period of time, Lance's actions returned to normal, and the impact of the injury just caused could not be seen at all.

These cultists don't know what kind of monster is under the armor. Even they have to lie down for a while to recover from this situation.

You recovered in the blink of an eye, with no reaction at all!

Who the hell is a cultist?

It’s no wonder that the cultists reacted this way. Looking at Lance’s appearance, he knew that these flesh and blood wounds were of no significance to him at all.

Flesh and blood reconstruction, boy!

The flowing spirituality kept his flesh and blood highly active. The wound appeared one second and healed the next second without waiting for the blood to flow out. It was also scarless, safe and efficient.

The battle did not stop. On the contrary, in the dim environment, the cultists behind could not see what was happening in front of them.

The answer to them was the [Wolf Fang] in Lance's hand. Finally, there was no need to be careful about exerting force, let alone the damage caused by the collision of steel.

Sure enough, only extraordinary weapons of legendary quality can withstand Lance's power. All he needs to do is swing it with all his strength. The flesh and blood of those cultists can't even stop the long knife for a moment.

Total Annihilation!

The strange thing is that Lance just used his wolf fangs to widen the fighting space, and inserted the broken sword in his hand into the neck of an unlucky ghost.

In the next second, two axes were put in his hands. The long sword was no longer useful at this range, and the ax for short soldiers was more convenient.

The cult priest hidden among the crowd secretly cast a powerful evil spell, targeting the monster under the armor.

But instead of having their due effect and engulfing him in fear, these evil spells fell into him. On the contrary...

I just suffered a heavy loss, do you think I should be scared or - completely crazy!

"war!"

A roar shook the sky, and the dark aura surrounding him dissipated as if encountering the blazing sun. The two cultists in front of him were even frightened by the fury emanating from them.

But Lance's double axes had already been swung, and the emotions that had been accumulated for a long time burst out, and he even went crazy and actively participated in the brutal fight.

No defense, full attack!

The sound of metal colliding almost never stopped for a moment. Even Lance felt numb, and he couldn't even tell whether the cut was flesh, bone, or steel.

Even the hot blood splashed on him could not extinguish the unyielding rage.

The fever of war can only be quelled by killing.

Kill kill kill!

It pays to fight these cultists because they never know what it means to fear and run away.

For a long time, the ancestors only blessed their flesh and blood, giving them inhuman vitality.

But it didn't strengthen their brains at all, and it didn't really organize them. The free-spirited attitude made the cultist look like a mentally strong but imbecile person.

But this is also reasonable, because the ancestors have always looked down on humans, just like humans disdain the tactics of ants.

After only a moment of fighting, the knight's armor was covered with traces of damage, including punctures and tears. The exaggerated cracks could even reveal the lining soaked in blood.

Because Lance is now bathed in flesh and blood, he can't tell which is his blood and which is the cultist's.

It's unclear how many he killed, but those cultists could seal him to death by piling up corpses.

But how should the cultists deal with it if Lance uses [Sacrifice]?

Lance chopped off the head with an axe, and the void swallowed the head before it hit the ground, erasing the body.

Without corpses falling to the ground, civilization will be more beautiful.

The impact of the hero effect is very terrifying. Even Laura, who has always been indifferent, fell into fanaticism and kept mumbling strange words.

"Strong, strong, strong... so strong..."

The slightly trembling body was not from fear, but from the excitement and excitement that caused the blood to surge.

But there was no pause in the movements of her hands. The two large bags of arrows around her made her rain down arrows like a fort.

Even Margaret was a little selfless, and her whole body was shocked by this scene.

The first time she saw Lance take action, she finally understood why he made such a decision, and why those people had no objections.

Is this something humans can do?

No one cared about the dull Margaret, and there was a person whose face could not be seen clearly on the high wall.

Because the man was dressed in a weird outfit, with a hood covering his head, and a beak mask on his face.

Who else could it be but Paracelsus, the plague doctor?

She didn't act as manic as the newcomers, but looked at the cultists who gathered below and came up with some experimental goodies.

For example, there are thick white liquids in bottles, and there are also green ones.

When developing the wilderness, you will inevitably come into contact with wild beasts, and among them, giant spiders are the ones that are eliminated the most by the army.

Their glands were removed, and through the research and development of Lance and Paracelsus, the properties of the substances in them were found, and a method of preservation was also found.

That is to seal it to isolate oxygen and light, and the others are still under study.

Because there is a lack of experimental environment, and no laboratory can compare to the battlefield.

Paracelsus shook the potion in his hand, looked at the slow-moving green liquid inside by the firelight, and threw the potion and the bottle into the cultists with his backhand.

The black iron helmet he wore could block the damage from the glass bottle, but the bottle broke the moment it hit it, and the contents inside flowed out.

The green liquid flowed out and dripped onto the flesh, immediately corroding it, causing the cultists to struggle.

But this effect did not satisfy Paracelsus.

She immediately took out another bottle of white turbid liquid and mixed it directly with the green one, and then threw it away before a violent reaction occurred. A horrifying scene appeared. The mixed liquid fell on the cultists and corroded even the metal helmets. No matter how hard they struggled and tore off their flesh, it was difficult to stop the corrosion from deepening.

As soon as they saw the effect, they immediately added the ingredients. After a few bottles were thrown away, the cultists turned into mud, with no bones left.

It directly corroded an obvious hole in the bloated pile of cultists.

But that wasn't enough, she still had a lot to experiment with.

I lit a sphere and threw it down, and soon a violent explosion rose, and thick white smoke enveloped several surrounding cultists.

Then a magical scene appeared. The originally excited cultists suddenly became sluggish after inhaling the smoke, as if they were in a coma.

Paracelsus observed their reactions and could see that the cultists quickly got rid of the dizziness and became crazy again.

"It recovers so much faster than ordinary people..."

But she wasn't finished with her props yet. She reached out and rummaged through her bag again, and heard the sound of bottles clinking.

"Found it!" Paracelsus took out a bottle of something, but she didn't throw it at the cultists. Instead, she looked at the dull Margaret beside her and walked over immediately.

Unplugging the stopper from the bottle, she handed it to Margaret and shook the bottle under her nose. The medicine inside created a strange mist as if it had been triggered.

Caught off guard, Margaret took a deep breath before reacting.

"What are you doing? What is this?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but draw his pistol and point it at the doctor.

"The courage-enhancing mist can make people excited, suppress fear and adapt to the battlefield environment." Paracelsus was not afraid of the muzzle at all, but introduced it to himself.

The eyes under the beak mask are observing the changes of the research object.

But to Margaret, doesn’t this mean that she is afraid?

"You said I was afraid!" As she spoke, Margaret turned the gun and shot the unlucky guy below in the head. "Did you see that? Who is afraid!"

(Cultist: Good guy, what does your quarrel have to do with me?)

Paracelsus did not hesitate, but stepped away, and his dull words came from under the mask.

"The blood is flowing, it seems to have the right effect..."

Some soldiers lurked on the wall and poured gunfire on the cultists. Not to mention whether it had any effect, but at least they looked like they were working hard.

They had almost recovered from their minor injuries and would return to the battlefield tomorrow according to their original plan, so the battle would not be affected.

Fortunately, those veterans had seen the strength of the lord, and although they were fanatical, they could still remain calm.

But when those recruits felt the power of the lord for the first time, they all fell into madness. Death became indifferent at this time. If it weren't for the restrictions of the veterans, I'm afraid they would also want to rush forward.

It is not surprising that fanatical worship was among them, for that man was a lord.

Not to mention hundreds of people, even a thousand people couldn't withstand Lance's crazy slaughter.

But these are not the only cultists.

In the chaotic battlefield, a bone spur suddenly stabbed out like a spring. The speed was beyond what ordinary cultists could achieve.

Fortunately, Lance devoted himself wholeheartedly to the battle, and his reaction kept up with the bone spur, and he raised his hand and struck it with an axe.

Even if it is not swung with full force, it is only relative. The ax blade can cut off an ox bone as thick as an arm, but at this time there is a sound of metal collision.

Not to mention cutting, even the ax head bounced back, and even the blade specially designed for cutting collapsed.

The bone spur that was originally directed towards the heart was only slightly deflected, and now it pierced into Lance's shoulder, even pushing him as if trying to lift the whole person.

But the ax disappeared from Lance's hand and he was triggered the moment the pistol appeared.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three consecutive shots were fired into the darkness, abruptly interrupting the cultist's further movements, and Lance also took the opportunity to pull away the bone spurs and retreat to break free from control.

But one of his arms was hanging down, and the remaining curse of flesh and blood in the wound caused it to bleed. Lance had no choice but to [bless] to clear the negative status, and then [flesh and blood reconstruction] healed the wound.

Moving his newly recovered shoulders, Lance couldn't help but cast his eyes on the cultist.

"Master Preacher!"

"Lead us to ascend..."

Because of the situation just now, the cultists couldn't help but stop, and even took the initiative to move out of the way. Amid their cheers, a cultist wearing a gold-colored red robe walked out.

His body was shrouded in a red robe that was so bright that it looked like it was dyed with blood, and even fell to the ground. The style was a bit like the style of a high school church member.

But on his head is a helmet with a skull face that is very exaggerated compared to other cultists. It is not made of black iron, but dark gold.

There is even a variant of the [Iron Crown] on its back, which looks like some kind of sacrificial ritual prop.

Lance didn't see any trace of the bone spurs on the cultist, but the name [Preacher] reminded him of something.

That was the previous confession from the police chief of the town where William was located. A cultist in the Ascension Sect specializes in developing newcomers, and is even qualified to give [seeds].

Lance didn't know why he appeared here, but he could probably guess that only missionaries here had the ability to cast evil spells and create shady scenes.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Lance threw two axes directly at the missionary and rushed forward.

As soon as he got close to the [Wolf Fang], he swept it out. Those who reacted slower could not even tell when he took it out.

Now is not the time to show off, go out with all your strength!

And just when the sharp blade was about to behead him, the red robe stirred, and a tail made of tangled flesh and blood stretched out flexibly. The bone spurs growing out of the sarcoma at the end were of different sizes, and the longest one had a small... Arm thickness.

The invincible wolf fang finally met its opponent, and the collision with the bone spur made a crisp sound.

Feeling the returned power, Lance also understood that the missionary was difficult to deal with, but he didn't expect that the guy actually raised his hand and cast a spell towards Lance.

Blasphemy!

The strange power came, but this time Lance was doubly surprised, because the function of this ritual was not to twist his soul, but to twist his flesh and blood.

It is very in line with the ability of the Ascension Sect. What may be affected is that the flesh and blood are twisted, the muscles are dissolved, and more limbs and organs are born.

This is a very vicious curse for any creature, which can instantly render it incapable of fighting.

But when you use it on Lance, it's more or less like that... (End of chapter)